[Intro]

"Just what is it that will bring you contentment? What will satisfy you, King Midas?" King Midas sighed. "I wish that everything I touch would turn to gold. Then I could be truly happy." "Very well, then," the stranger said. "I will grant your wish. You shall have the golden touch. Use it wisely, King Midas."

[Hook]

My vocabulary got the Midas touch

Here is something you can't understand

The illest niggas under my thumb is like putty

Aw, yeah

[?]

That Midas touch with it how it turn to gold

Well, I don't really even have to sweat money at all

Good as gold, like I got the motherfucking Midas touch

[Verse 1]

You can call me Midas, see his reflection in my iris

Golden bias, you couldn't figure it with science

How I spit the brightest, golden bars lead to blindness

Respect Your Highness 'fore you get tossed to the lions

It's heavy armor, Hennessy and marijuana-fueled

The golden rule: Awon drop a lot of jewels

Au on the periodic table

Ready-made, no associated labels

That realness, 18k, that Old Egyptian

Weapon-quality is my scientific description

The technician, my skin glisten with the flakes

No costume jewels, these fuck niggas are fake

I piss Ace, shit nuggets, and bust rope nuts

My seeds are the golden fruit [?]

Niggas can't cope with the dope I release

Turned the beats to the riches for the streets

Now, feast, nigga

[Hook]

My vocabulary got the Midas touch

Here is something you can't understand

The illest niggas under my thumb is like putty

Aw, yeah

[?]

That Midas touch with it how it turn to gold

Well, I don't really even have to sweat money at all

Good as gold, like I got the motherfucking Midas touch

[Verse 2]

As a descendant of slaves

I can't see how a chain put a nigga in graves

Fuck your shackles, I'm out for that Trinidad James with a lasso

Coming with that lyrical pain

Ready to tackle this motherfucking hip-hop game

Because these lames stay soft as gelato

I'm cold as gazpacho

I cook like Gustavo [?]

The color on the homicide scene

Coincide with this cream, getting capo

Y'all counterfeit, metal alloy and brass

Niggas laugh if you ever try to pawn that for cash

My shine'll outlast your lifetime

I'm bringing back tight rhymes

'Bout night crimes and niggas who slice dimes

24k in my veins, that's my lifeline

Awon golden bars equal that, Price Is Right sign

Make 'em rewind, wack niggas on the decline

In the meantime your chick wanna get me behind

[Hook]

My vocabulary got the Midas touch

Here is something you can't understand

The illest niggas under my thumb is like putty

Aw, yeah

[?]

That Midas touch with it how it turn to gold

Well, I don't really even have to sweat money at all

Good as gold, like I got the motherfucking Midas touch